Funnily enough, I now sort of blog for a living. I could say that’s why my public, personal blog hasn’t been updated. But it’s more that the reality of having a public blog hit me a few months ago. It’s not like I post all my musics, lofty dreams I’m secretly scared to admit, voice recordings I want to fashion into podcasts, or wish lists for material and immaterial desires. But I want to.
For the first time ever, my father booked a family holiday just a few weeks ago. To Iceland, much to our surprise. As someone who doesn’t exactly thrive on ice, I was quite chuffed to be going during the summer. Little did I know, the puffins leave in early August! I was too late. However, I shared a tender moment with some lovely Icelandic horses.
At the ripe age of fifteen, I learned about the (rough) history of the world. That’s when I formed my bucket list featuring Angkor Wat. However, my parents weren’t exactly thrilled about me traveling Southeast Asia alone after high school. So, I put Angkor on the backburner. Then, I moved to Bangkok and booked my ticket to Cambodia with one of my closest friends. Here are a few snippets of our time there–it was filled with history, art, and many western tourists.